There have been several similar incidents lately, and if members are interested, we can keep a list here of outrageous crimes that aren't getting the attention they should from the media.

Please add any examples you find, and please comment on the incidents listed, as well as clicking on any media links and doing google, bing or other web searches on the names, to help bring attention; or to show the bean hit counters that you are interested and OUTRAGED!

Last Sunday night (August 4, 2013), 26 year old Ray Widstrand was attacked when he attempted to walk through a large group (reports of 30-50 people) of kids and adults involved in what appears to have been a gang fight on St. Paul, Minnesota's Eastside. According to reports, Ray was knocked down, stomped on, kicked; his pants were ripped off so the participants could go through his pockets and steal his possessions and money. He was then left on the street when the thugs heard sirens and dispersed...

Why is gun control the only policy we’re allowed to discuss when horrific murders occur? In the liberal mindset, “root causes” of crime begin and end with the Second Amendment. But who pays the price when our public guardians fail to secure our borders, refuse to deport serial criminal offenders, and enable drug-crazed menaces to prey upon innocent citizens?

Meet 27-year-old Julio Miguel Blanco-Garcia. An illegal alien from Guatemala, he has lived and worked in Fairfax County, Va., for at least 11 years. The region is a notorious “sanctuary” for immigration law-breakers where elected officials and big business look the other way for cheap labor and cheap votes.

When he wasn’t working illegally as a construction worker in the government-fueled Boomtown ‘burb or getting himself high on drugs, Blanco-Garcia was building up a lengthy rap sheet. According to Fairfax County court records cited by the Fairfax City Patch.com, Blanco-Garcia has been arrested for:

TAKENUnder civil forfeiture, Americans who haven’t been charged with wrongdoing can be stripped of their cash, cars, and even homes. Is that all we’re losing?

n a bright Thursday afternoon in 2007, Jennifer Boatright, a waitress at a Houston bar-and-grill, drove with her two young sons and her boyfriend, Ron Henderson, on U.S. 59 toward Linden, Henderson’s home town, near the Texas-Louisiana border. They made the trip every April, at the first signs of spring, to walk the local wildflower trails and spend time with Henderson’s father. This year, they’d decided to buy a used car in Linden, which had plenty for sale, and so they bundled their cash savings in their car’s center console. Just after dusk, they passed a sign that read “Welcome to Tenaha: A little town with BIG Potential!”

They pulled into a mini-mart for snacks. When they returned to the highway ten minutes later, Boatright, a honey-blond “Texas redneck from Lubbock,” by her own reckoning, and Henderson, who is Latino, noticed something strange. The same police car that their eleven-year-old had admired in the mini-mart parking lot was trailing them. Near the city limits, a tall, bull-shouldered officer named Barry Washington pulled them over.

He asked if Henderson knew that he’d been driving in the left lane for more than half a mile without passing.

No, Henderson replied. He said he’d moved into the left lane so that the police car could make its way onto the highway.

Were there any drugs in the car? When Henderson and Boatright said no, the officer asked if he and his partner could search the car.

The officers found the couple’s cash and a marbled-glass pipe that Boatright said was a gift for her sister-in-law, and escorted them across town to the police station. In a corner there, two tables were heaped with jewelry, DVD players, cell phones, and the like. According to the police report, Boatright and Henderson fit the profile of drug couriers: they were driving from Houston, “a known point for distribution of illegal narcotics,” to Linden, “a known place to receive illegal narcotics.” The report describes their children as possible decoys, meant to distract police as the couple breezed down the road, smoking marijuana. (None was found in the car, although Washington claimed to have smelled it.)

The county’s district attorney, a fifty-seven-year-old woman with feathered Charlie’s Angels hair named Lynda K. Russell, arrived an hour later. Russell, who moonlighted locally as a country singer, told Henderson and Boatright that they had two options. They could face felony charges for “money laundering” and “child endangerment,” in which case they would go to jail and their children would be handed over to foster care. Or they could sign over their cash to the city of Tenaha, and get back on the road. “No criminal charges shall be filed,” a waiver she drafted read, “and our children shall not be turned over to CPS,” or Child Protective Services.

“Where are we?” Boatright remembers thinking. “Is this some kind of foreign country, where they’re selling people’s kids off?” Holding her sixteen-month-old on her hip, she broke down in tears.

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n West Philadelphia last August, an elderly couple named Mary and Leon Adams were finishing breakfast when several vans filled with heavily armed police pulled up to their red brick home. An officer announced, “We’ll give you ten minutes to get your things and vacate the property.” The men surrounding their home had been authorized to enter, seize, and seal the premises, without any prior notice.

“I was almost numb,” Mary Adams, a sixty-eight-year-old grandmother with warm brown eyes and wavy russet hair, recalled. When I visited her this spring, she sat beside her seventy-year-old husband, who was being treated for pancreatic cancer, and was slumped with exhaustion. A little earlier, he had struggled to put on his embroidered blue-and-yellow guayabera shirt; his wife, looking fit for church in a green jacket, tank top, and slacks, watched him attentively as he shuffled over on a carved-wood cane to greet me. Leon explained his attachment to their home in numerical terms. “1966,” he said. “It’s been our home since 1966.”

MIAMI GARDENS (CBS4) – Just hours after Miami Gardens Police went door-to-door passing out fliers, family, friends, even strangers remembered a 12-year-old shot and killed while her grandma braided her hair.

Tequila Forshee’s grandmother’s Miami Garden’s home was peppered with bullets late Wednesday night.

Tequila and her three siblings had gone to the home, at 20100 NW 42nd Avenue, to get their hair done so they would look fresh for the new school year.

This just breaks my heart. We have two right about her age, and were just doing similar things in preparation for school. As I posted in another thread, they're still so innocent at that age. The tooth fairy visited one of ours last week. SMH. So. Very. Heart. Breaking. Just. Gut. Wrenching.

And where is the media?

Please click the CBS link above, do a web search for her name, pass the link around, anything you can think of to show the media that people care.

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The 12-year-old girl was pronounced dead on scene. Crews transported the girl's 48-year-old grandmother to an area hospital with a gunshot wound to the leg. "The officers conducted another security sweep and also discovered an adult female who also had been shot," said Miami Gardens Police Detective Mike Wright. "Fire rescue responded, pronounced the 12-year-old deceased and airlifted the adult female to Ryder Trauma."

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Frazier-Brown said she was braiding her granddaughter's hair for her first day of school when the gunfire came flying through the walls. She recalled she ordered her granddaughter, who was sitting in her lap, to the ground. "I'm telling her, 'Tequila, stay down,' and I'm trying to get the other grandbabies to get down; stay down," she said, adding that Tequila died in her arms.

Frazier-Brown, 46, is mourning the loss of her granddaughter who she described as good-natured. "She was so helpful and appreciative. She appreciated anything anybody did for her," she said. She remembers Tequila's last words: "'Thank you, Grandma, for buying all my school clothes. I love you.' That was it."

Tequila's father, Glenn Forshee, remembers the last time he saw his daughter alive. "She gave me a kiss and she said, 'Good night, Daddy,'" he said. "As she walked out, I said to her, 'Titi.' She turned around and she said, 'Huh?' I said, 'I love you.' She said, 'I love you too, Daddy,' and that was the last physical moment I had with my baby."